Kurt's hands moved from Blaine's abs to his hands that were sat beneath his waistband and sitting just underneath the elastic of his underwear. He caught his boyfriend's hands in his own and whispered "Not now," against his soft lips.

Blaine moved his hands around Kurt's waistband so that they were resting on his hips and started to turn his thumbs in small circles. "Okay" He replied, pulling back and looking Kurt in the eye. He pecked Kurt's lips and muttered "I...", quickly brushed their lips again, said "love...," teased Kurt's lips one final time and finished with "you.", before planting his lips firmly on Kurt's, stealing a passionate and tender kiss.

The boys resumed their earlier position on the bed and Kurt stroked his fingers over Blaine's chest in a circular motion, "I love you too." He whispered, kissing the spot he'd been running his fingers over.

"I'm glad to hear it." They remained silent for a while, enjoying the peace, before Blaine whispered "Hey, Kurt." The two words vibrated through Blaine's chest and Kurt felt them on his cheek.

"Mmmm?" He muttered, smiling.

"Can we swap positions?"

Sitting up, Kurt nodded and said "Of course." He the lay back in the place Blaine had just vacated and said "Come on, my little hobbit.", winking at him.

Blaine grinned, lay his head on Kurt's chest and snuggled in, his eyes slowly closing as Kurt caressed his hip, his own eyes closing as he started to nod off.

"Blaine, we're home!" A voice pulled the boys from their sleep.

After opening his eyes and realising where he was and what was going on, Kurt noticed that Blaine's eyes were closing again, ignoring the voice. Kurt rubbed his eyes one last time before saying "Blaine. Blaine, wake up. Your parents are home.", to his sleeping boyfriend. Blaine stirred but didn't wake, simply repositioned his head slightly. "Hey. Sleeping Beauty, wake up." Kurt then pressed his lips to Blaine's temple lightly.

"Mmmm, wha'?" Blaine mumbled, sitting up and looking around blearily.

Kurt smiled warmly at his bedraggled boyfriend. "Nice sleep?" Blaine nodded and linked his fingers with Kurt's. "Your parents are home."

"You woke me up for that?"

"Oh, Blaine. Come on, don't be mean." He then pulled their locked fingers up and pressed his lips to Blaine's thumb, grinning at Blaine's reaction to being woken up. "Come on, are you gonna' go and see them?"

Blaine shrugged, "I'd much rather stay in here with you." He muttered, squeezing Kurt's hand.

Kurt squeezed his boyfriend's hand in return, dropped a light kiss on his lips and said "Go. Go and see them; I should be getting home, anyway."

Kurt did hate the way Blaine acted with his parents: like they were strangers. The fact that they had sent him to a private boarding school and away from his friends at local school was only one reason. Blaine hadn't told him the reasons why they had sent him away, only that it was to keep their social status high on the ladder. As much as Kurt hated the way Blaine acted with his parents, he knew that they made just as much of an effort to be a family as Blaine did.

"Do you have to go? Can't you just stay over like last week?" Blaine stuck out his bottom lip. Blaine had been staying at home in the evening on weekends. He also stayed on some off days so he could see Kurt, and would travel back to Dalton in the morning. Kurt had told him that he shouldn't, and that Blaine could stick to weekends and he would travel up to Dalton during the week but Blaine had denied the offer and said he enjoyed the trips, and getting away from Dalton.

"Don't give me that face. As gorgeous as it is, I can't. Last week was Winter break, I've got school tomorrow and I need to feed our sea monkeys."

"Urgh! School's all the time, and you fed them last week! Please?" His lip was still sticking out.

"No," Kurt pecked Blaine on the lips, "I really do have to go." Kurt pulled his phone from his pants pocket and said "I'll just call Finn."

"Oh, come on! If you're going to leave me, at least let me take you back. Besides, you can't keep leaving your bike things at mine, you need them at yours."

"No. You need to see your parents." Kurt really didn't want to take up what little time Blaine had with his parents. And even though he was fighting a losing battle, he was determined to fight until the very end.

"Well, I can see them once I get back from dropping off the man I love, can't I?"

Kurt made a noise that said he was iffy "But... well, you know..."

"I know I'm taking you home."

Kurt exhaled heavily, pulled his lips to one side and said "Fine. But you're not going the long way."

"I'll go the quickest way I know."

"Dapper honour?" Kurt grinned as Blaine held his three central fingers up together and said 'dapper honour', whilst smiling.

"Hey, I'm just taking Kurt home. I'll be back later." Blaine shouted as the two of them walked out of the front door.

"Bye, Mister and Missus Anderson." Kurt called behind him.

After Blaine put on his jacket and helmet, he looked to see Kurt holding his helmet and observing it from different angles, pulling faces as he did so. Without a thought, Blaine took the helmet from Kurt's hands and looked at him with amusement. "My little perfectionist."

"Ahem. Little? Who's the hobbit in this relationship?"

Blaine hung his head in 'shame'.

"Don't worry, baby, I love it!" Kurt smiled as this caused Blaine's head to shoot up and hold the grin that Kurt loved, like that of a puppy that had just been praised.

"And I love your hair when it's all messy after you take your helmet off."

Kurt bit his lip lightly, unsure about whether he should continue to worry about his hair getting messed up - like he wanted to - or to let it get messed up a little to make Blaine smile the smile that he loved so.

"Also, your hair's still a mess from earlier.", and with that, Blaine put the helmet on Kurt's head, stroking his thumbs lightly across Kurt's cheeks as he held the strap ends to the sides, and patted the top twice.

Kurt felt his cheeks flush red as he remembered what had made his hair unruly earlier that evening.

"Okay, that was so not the quickest way back!" Kurt said after pulling his helmet off of his head.

Putting his helmet on the seat of his bike, Blaine grinned at his boyfriend. "I said I'd take you back the shortest way I knew." Blaine was still grinning as he spoke.

"Lies. All lies." Blaine shrugged off Kurt's accusation. "I mean, seriously, you added, like, twenty minutes to a half hour trip!"

“But, my lover, that was an extra twenty minutes I got to have your arms around me."

"Yeah, but..." Kurt trailed off when he realised he had nothing to say to that.

Blaine grinned. "No comeback?"

"'Thanks for bringing me back' will do. Now, go; see your parents. Mush mush!" Kurt shooed Blaine away towards his bike. However, Blaine didn't budge an inch, and, instead, just folded his arms stubbornly over his chest as Kurt grinned and turned away, heading for the porch. He didn't have time to watch Blaine blow the opportunity of spending time with his parents.

As he stood at the foot of the porch stairs, fumbling about in his pockets for his key, Kurt felt an arm snake around his waist and turn him around. The next thing he knew, his lips were on Blaine's and he as locking his arms around Blaine's neck, tugging gently on the small curls at the nape of his neck that had escaped the helmet of gel. As the couple French-kissed passionately, Kurt heard a light moan come from within Blaine and pulled back for air, a little shocked at the intensity of their display on his front lawn.

Blaine wasn't satisfied. He wasn't going to see Kurt until Thursday evening, and that meant he wasn't going to be able to touch or kiss Kurt until then. Kurt had to spend the evening with his family tomorrow, and Blaine was at a Warblers thing on Wednesday. He didn't even know what it was he was doing, only that he had to stay late. So, Thursday it was for the boys, and Blaine needed a lot more than what he had had just now to survive those Kurt-less days.

Leaning in again, Blaine stole another kiss from Kurt, his arms around Kurt's waist and his thumbs tucked into Kurt's waistband slightly. He caught Kurt's bottom lip between his teeth and tugged lightly, feeling Kurt grin. Pulling back so there was only a few centimetres between their lips, and their noses brushed, he said "I can't wait until Thursday to see you."

"Ah. I... I can't really do Thursday." Kurt told him slowly.

"What? Why not?"

"Football practise." The taller boy explained after a moment's hesitation.

"Well... can't we do what we did today?"

"Do you know how tired I am? Please, can we not just wait 'til Friday?"

Blaine was a little hurt. Did Kurt not want to spend time with him? Was he getting tired of him, or something?

"Baby, don't make that face." Blaine didn't even know he was making a face, "Come on, you're making me feel bad."

"Sorry." Blaine apologised, not making any effort to change his expression. Maybe, as bad as it sounded, he could guilt Kurt into risking a little less sleep to see his boyfriend.

Oh, God, Blaine had the best puppy dog eyes, and he knew it. He always knew that it killed Kurt, so why was he doing this to him? Kurt so badly wanted to give in and say that he would see Blaine, but his need for sleep was just as great. Saying yes to Blaine would only result in him feeling like this again; making him feel sluggish, bleary eyed and, oh, so tired. The odd thing was that Kurt hadn't even realised he'd felt this tired until he had told Blaine. It was like being with Blaine had taken his mind off of it, and now it was hitting him as hard as a brick wall in the face.

Placing a hand on Blaine's cheek, he said "Look, I'd love to - honest I would - but football just takes it all out of me, you know." He exhaled and moved his thumb gently across Blaine's cheek bone. "How about Friday?"

Blaine stuck his lip out further and contemplated it before muttering "Sleepover at mine?"

Sighing and letting an amused smile slip across his lips, Kurt nodded and said "Yes, love, we can have a sleepover at yours.", pulling Blaine closer and hugging him. He dropped a light kiss on Blaine's lips and made his way to the front door.

"Kurt!"

"Yeah?" Kurt turned around to see Blaine in front of him and pulling him in for one final kiss.

Dropping his hands from Kurt's shoulders, Blaine felt his cheeks flush and knew his blush was highlighted by the bright porch light. "You couldn't leave me with only a peck for over three days." Blaine then told him.

Chuckling lightly, Kurt caught Blaine's chin and leant in to quickly peck his lips. "Just did." Kurt giggled as he scurried up the porch stairs to the Hummel-Hudson home.

Blaine laughed as he watched his beautiful boyfriend make his way into his home. And, of course, Blaine wasted no time in observing Kurt's butt - Kurt's very lovely butt.

Kurt turned and blew Blaine a kiss, and waited to watch him catch it and tuck it in to his back pocket, before smiling as he waved and then closed the door.

As much as Blaine had wanted to make it so that he was left with nothing less than a tender French-kiss for the few days he was alone, he had stopped himself as a plan began to form in his head.

Kurt had spent his Wednesday evening alone, in his room doing all of the homework that he had been given (so as to lessen the workload for the weekend), after having a sociable family meal. The weekend was his time with Blaine and he didn't intend to waste a minute of it doing homework, he wanted as much time with the incredibly gorgeous boy as he could get.

When the bell to signal the end of Thursday's final class rang, Kurt made his way to the guys' locker rooms. As much as he wished that he had accepted Blaine's offer to pick him up after practise, he knew he would feel differently afterwards, when his body felt as it had on Monday: exhausted. After changing into his kit, Kurt made his was out on to the pitch.

Practise was pretty much the same as it had been on Monday, the only difference today being that Kurt didn't play for the bibbed team. Kurt had stayed back to help Coach Beiste sort the bibs and collect the balls, so he didn't get into the locker rooms for a good ten minutes. By then, of course, the rest of the team had vacated the vicinity.

"I've had enough

This is my prayer
That I'll die living just as free as my hair

I've had enough

This is my prayer
That I'll die living just as free as my hair

I've had enough

I'm not a freak
I must keep fighting to stay cool on the streets

I've had enough, enough, enough

And this is my prayer, I swear
I'm as free as my ha- ow. Crap, ow!" Kurt stopped singing as he moved his hand to the top of the separating wall, searching for his towel. He was in the shower and had just gotten shampoo suds in his eyes. It was something Kurt would not recommend. His eyes were scrunched tightly shut as more suds slipped down his forehead. When he finally felt the soft fabric brush his finger tips, he grasped it and pressed the towel to his face, dabbing gently at his sore eyes. Whilst relieving his eyes from the pain of the shampoo, Kurt felt something he didn't expect to feel when in the shower. A fist was slammed into his stomach and he felt himself fall backwards, losing his balance, and hitting his head on the tiled wall behind him. Hard.

Kurt cried out in pain and heard a deep voice say 'shut up, fag!'. Placing a hand to the back of his head and wincing, Kurt looked up to see Dave Karofsky standing before him. Kurt was grateful that when he'd fallen, his towel had landed in such a position that it covered his 'jewels'. As much pain as Kurt was in, he couldn't help but laugh.

"What you laughin' at, fag?"

Kurt continued to laugh, regardless of the anger and frustration in Dave's voice, holding his stomach in the pain that each laugh brought.

"Shut up, fag!" Dave barked at Kurt, kicking him in the hip.

Kurt blanched and said "Sorry. Sorry, it's just, well, it's ironic."

"Huh?"

Kurt slowly stood up, flinching as he did so, and tied his towel around his waist. "It's ironic. You know, that you're calling me a..." Kurt paused before saying the word, 'fag', he really did despise of the word. It was foul, putrid even, "yet you're one yourself. Albeit a closeted one, but a" Kurt made air quotes with his fingers, "'fag', nonetheless."

After a moment's pause, Dave sent his fist into Kurt's jaw and bellowed "Shut up! I ain't no fag!"

Kurt's head went back with the blow and his eyes closed with the initial shock. When he opened his eyes, he saw and felt Dave pushing him backwards. He then found himself with his back pressed against the wall, beneath the shower head that had long turned itself off, and Dave's body pressing against his own. Kurt tried to fight Dave off - with all his might - but had no luck as his body was crushed by his bully's, his lips receiving the same treatment.